[Hiran]

The remains of a tape recorder could be seen amongst the splintered wreckage of the crate. It whirred, trying for a moment to continue playing before it gave up the ghost.

An ancient metal chain whipped out, attempting to ensnare Hercules wrist from behind. If and when he looked back, he'd finally get a good look at his attacker. He was clad head to toe in skintight spandex. The black material was accented by a pair of purple gloves something strange on the palms, and we're matched with a pair of magenta boots. Emblazoned on his chest was a blood red hand with a purple eye upon it. He looked similar enough to many others Hercules had fought in this city with his garnish suit.

"Really?" The masked man replied tauntingly. He was grinning like a madman beneath his mask, even though he kept his tone calm. "Here I thought he preferred Ares or Hephaestus to you." He lashed out the other end of the chain toward Herc as well. "Speaking of which, I thought you might want to check out some of your brother's handiwork."

He'd found the chain, once forged to stop the mighty Cronos, for sale in Bangladesh of all places. The black market had proven a great place to steal from. Even without his abilities, a theft there would never be reported. But setting up a war between the head of a human trafficking ring and the druglord in question had been child:s play with his abilities, leaving him to escape scott free. Now, the question was if the chain was as powerful as had been rumored.